Twisted

by Christa Simpson

  I was offended that he was keeping tabs on my sex life, but I was happy to hear that he didn't sleep with that last floozy he was dating. Unless he’s only telling me what I want to hear. Wait a minute, am I actually considering this? This is insane. When I broke out of the daze, I realized that Edwin's smile hadn't faded. He knew I was considering it and he approved. His enthusiasm was actually quite charming. He was looking incredibly sexy today.

  Such a dangerous decision, and even though I knew it was a bad idea, I also knew what I was missing out on. If I couldn’t bring myself to indulge, I could at least press his buttons a little, right? It’d be harmless to be a tease, wind him up just for the fun of it. Yes. That’s what I’ll do.

  "Are you that hard up?” I teased, finally letting a soft smile sneak out. “What about Aleshia from a few weeks ago? I thought she was a sure thing.”

  "Nope. She couldn’t shut her mouth long enough and I couldn't bring myself to do it. I have standards you know."

  "Oh I see, and somehow this is way classier than sleeping with a girlfriend."

  "It's the safest bet. You know what you're getting into and you don't have to worry about the awkward morning after.”

  “True. And it’s not like I’d be hanging out in your bed by morning anyway.”

  “Is that so? Then you forget. This isn’t new to us Abs. I know what you like. When I’m done with you, you won’t be going anywhere."

  I gulped as a liquid heat pooled between my thighs. I squeezed them tightly together and shrugged my shoulders, playing the part of a dainty innocent. How had he gotten me all flustered again?

  "I'm really hungry though," I insisted, provocative, playful. My turn.

  I drew close to him, seductive and inviting. Excitement flickered in Edwin’s eyes glorious aqua eyes. I watched the colour darken and stir before me, swirling like a thunderstorm. I stopped only inches away from his face and gazed up into his stormy eyes. It messed with my self-control.

  “Hungry for love?” Edwin wrapped his arms securely around my waist and pulled me up close. I’d be damned if I didn’t admit it felt good to be in his warm, protective arms again. When I caught his warm, alluring scent, I had lost all control. My knees grew weak, and I knew if it weren't for him holding me firmly in place, I would have fallen to the floor.

  I couldn't resist him anymore. I had to kiss him. Breathless, my eyes fluttered shut and my lips parted. Edwin tightened his hold on me then gently brushed his lips across mine in a silent seduction. We shared a sweet breath as our passion collided, old feelings renewed in a moment of undeniable chemistry. His lips touched mine again, so gentle and passionate. I softened beneath him, an unforgiving whimper escaping my lips.

  His smile touched my mouth as he deepened the kiss, his tongue softly swiping mine. He kissed me breathless, stealing my air, jolting my heart from its sweet ache. Desperate for air, I forced myself to break away from his mouth. Still clinging to his broad muscled shoulder and swimming with desire, I gasped for air. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was smiling. I shouldn’t have let him get to me like that, and feeling slightly mortified from my whimsical reaction, I decided it was time to throw a wrench in it.

  I whispered softly in his ear, remembering his last words before I lost myself. "I'm hungry for food."

  He sighed, his disappointment obvious. "Really?" he asked, staring me down, his eyes so warm and full of promise.

  "Yes Eddie, I'm starving." I withdrew my nails from his shoulder and smoothed them down his triangular back. I smirked at him as I slipped my hands into the back pockets of his jeans. I raised my eyebrows, and held them there, showing him that I’d do what I want. Then I squeezed his irresistible butt.

  He raised his eyebrows, intrigued once again. He seemed happy that I hadn't let him go, but his eyes glazed over as he sunk deep in thought. Then, "I know just the thing."

  "Huh?"

  He cupped my face and brushed his thumb over my cheek, then dropped a delicious kiss on my mouth. "Just to change it up a bit."

  Concerned, I released my hands from his pants. "I hope you're talking food," I said. But I knew he wasn’t. I could almost guarantee his plan was going to be trouble.

  "I'm gonna go get us our pizza. It should be ready soon. I know we've never done anything quite like this before, but just go with it. Please Abs." He kissed me on my cheek and ran out the door. Before I could bombard him with questions, the door slammed shut.

  "Go with what?" I said softly, knowing he couldn't hear me anymore. There was no point in trying to figure out how his wacky brain worked. Not needing the undue stress, I flopped down on the couch and kicked up my feet. Wow. What just happened? It had been too long since I had felt such a spark. I forgot how it was supposed to feel.

  Emotions that I had tucked away after our last breakup had resurfaced with a vengeance. That meant trouble. Especially since Edwin made it clear that he was only looking for a little bit of fun. No strings attached, is what he said to be exact.

  Interesting, Edwin used to always say that every man who claims he’s just friends with a girl, secretly hopes that it turns into something more. I’ve trusted that truth and it has proven to be accurate to this day. That only means that dangerous waters lie ahead and I need to tread carefully.

  CHAPTER SIX

  ~

  I COULD STILL FEEL the touch of his lips on mine when I closed my eyes. My stomach growled loudly, startling me out of my daydream, just seconds before the doorbell rang. Was Edwin expecting company? Curious to see who it was, I hurried to the door and peered out the sidelight. That's peculiar. What in the world is he doing?

  I opened the door to Edwin standing there with the pizza in hand, leaning against the house with a ball cap pulled low over his eyes. "Pizza delivery," he said, his voice deep and serious.

  "Eddie what are you doing?"

  "Delivering this pizza ma'am."

  "What if the neighbours see you like this?" I scoffed.

  "It says right here, 608 Stewart," he replied, refusing to break character. "That is you, right?" he added, pointing at the matching number on the house.

  "I didn't order a pizza.” I held my lips in a pout and stared at him unmoving. When I realized he wasn't going to give it up that easily, I decided to up the ante. He was obviously taking his cues from this old porn we used to watch together and it was absolutely hilarious, though I’d be lying if I didn't admit it kind of turned me on.

  "Well I'd hate for this delicious pizza to go to waste ma'am," he said licking his full curvaceous lips.

  Ahh, hell. What did I have to lose? "Actually, suddenly I'm feeling terribly hungry. Would you like to come in?" I asked, getting into character.

  "I really shouldn't. You know, I have to work and all."

  I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in the house, slamming the door shut behind us.

  "Okay!" he replied willingly, after I manhandled him. He glanced around the room anxiously, as though he had never been there before.

  "Don't worry. My husband isn't expected back for hours," I said, as I pulled off his cap and tossed it on the floor.

  Pizza still in hand, he shuffled backwards, like a shy young man trying to avoid my advances, until I had his back pressed up against the wall.

  I slid my hand down his solid abs and grabbed him through his pants. He was already as hard as a rock. A blast of heat swept through me again, reminding me of our passionate kiss. Edwin squeezed his eyes shut on a sharp intake of breath, reveling in the moment, as I teased him gently with my hand. Stealing his breath entirely, my lips lightly brushed across his, barely touching, like a forgotten whisper.

  Then my stomach growled. “Do you think maybe we could eat first?" I asked, voice low and husky.

  Edwin opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows at me, suggesting that there was no way we were stopping now. "Screw this," he said, throwing the pizza onto the foyer table. Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me upstairs to his bedroom.

  I didn't put up a fight
, being even more turned on by his loss of control.

  Once we got in his room, he let go of my arm. When he closed his door, the room suddenly felt a lot smaller, hotter. He looped around me, but I quickly walked away from him, swaying my hips as I slowly moved toward his bed. I knew he was watching and when I glanced back, my eyes warm with thoughtful curiosity, I saw that he was.

  "You're sure you want to do this?" Edwin swiftly closed the distance between us, his eyes burning with desire, flames licking the air around me.

  "You got this far, are you saying you changed your mind?"

  "Absolutely not. I’m all about it. As long as you're good with it," he said, as he pulled me in tight against him.

  "I'm all about it," I whispered in his ear.

  He certainly was too, because I could still feel him bursting from his pants, solid, rigid and erect.

  His hands became aggressive, as he kissed me with passionate, insatiable lips. He slipped off my shirt, not missing a breath, his lips crashing back into mine. Desperate to feel skin on skin, I peeled his shirt from his back. He was warm, smooth and hard all over.

  We scuffled to the bed and crashed onto it, limbs tangled together as we knocked over his bed-side lamp. Startled, we both laughed, but there was nothing funny about the intensity in the atmosphere. A storm of sensations continued to brew and collided around us.

  Craving his touch, I directed his hands, his full weight resting heavy on me, as his lips reminded me what I had been missing out on. I ran my fingers through his short dark hair and pulled, trying to decipher whether this was reality or illusion.

  Smiling, “Hey.” Edwin brought both of his hands to my face and cradled my head, before delivering an intimate, breathtaking kiss. He lowered me onto his pillows, without ever taking his eyes from mine. "I don't want to rush it," he whispered, hovering over me like a dark angel.

  While I appreciated the gesture, I was fine with the thrashing. Confusion balled up in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly he wants to go slow? Make up your mind.

  "You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this Abigail." His bold statement left me breathless, exposing that there was more to this little escapade than he was letting on.

  "What sexing me up?" I asked. I tried to stay playful, but secretly hoped it was enough to get him to spit it out.

  "Not just that, but that’s a part of it. I miss you Abs. In every way. And I think you know that." He laid back down on top of me, pinning with his weight, our legs interlaced together. At that moment, I knew he needed me as much as I needed him.

  "I miss you too," I said softly.

  He didn't seem convinced. "I don't want you to do this if you're not feeling it, and it's okay if you’re not. I can handle it." He paused, not leaving any breathing room for me. "So are you?"

  I gulped to clear the lump from my throat, suddenly feeling put on the spot. "You said no strings attached. You've got me all revved up. You reneging now?" I asked, kissing his soft lips. I paused thoughtfully, deciding whether I should satisfy his curiosity or just distract him with incredible, mindless sex. I left my lips lingering close to his and let out a sigh. "You know how I was kind of acting funny this morning?"

  "Great, you are ragging! That explains the mood swings. He untangled our legs and lifted himself off of me.

  "No! Will you shut up for a minute so I can tell you this?"

  "Okay, I'm sorry." He propped himself up beside me and looked me in the eyes, giving me his full attention.

  That in turn gave me a sudden loss of nerve. I looked away and reconsidered whether I was giving up too much information in the moment. I was certain I was only responding to his raging hormones and mine. The room fell awkwardly silent.

  "That answers my question,” he said. Crushed, he sat up and turned away, shutting me out. “You don't have to say another word.”

  “Just like that?” I said, watching his reaction. The suspense was obviously still killing him. I crawled up next to him and took his strong jaw in my hands, turning it toward me against his will until he was paying close attention. "Don't freak out, but I think I still love you." I released his face, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious. Shit, did I just say that? I held my breath, waiting for his response, but mostly afraid to hear it.

  Edwin’s eyes never left my face. He had to have known that my words were drawn from pure, raw emotion, yet he broke out in full on laughter. Obviously I was the only one who had caught feelings.

  Still smirking, "That's it? That's what you were having such a hard time saying?"

  I tried not to feel the hurt that was engulfing my heart, but it was there throbbing at the seams.

  "I love you too Abigail," Edwin said, low and sure.

  My eyes widened, but I wasn’t smiling. "It’s not funny Eddie, and I don’t think you get it. I don't love you like a friend. I love you more than that. I still get butterflies. It's ridiculous, I know," I rambled, angry at him and angry at myself.

  His face turned serious, but his smile seemed a little too amused for me to feel like I was in the safe zone. "I'm sorry for laughing," he said, though he looked like he was ready to explode, his huge smile bursting from his face.

  "Ugh! I said too much," I gushed embarrassedly, covering my eyes.

  "No you didn't. I love you like that too Abs. Is it really that surprising to you? Do you really need to hear me say it to believe it?"

  "Yes," I demanded selfishly.

  "I - L-O-V-E - Y-O-U! You really don't know how hard you've made it for me lately do you?"

  The pain eased away from my heart, allowing it to pound strong and steady, and yet I didn’t know what to say to that. So I said nothing at all.

  "It's cool that you still get butterflies, being that we live together and all," he had to add.

  A sudden flicker of embarrassment warmed my cheeks, flushing a rosy red colour over them. I had said too much. What a disaster. So much for a little harmless fun. I shifted on his bed and dropped my head on the pillow with a sigh.

  I should have felt relieved from getting it all off my chest, but I didn't. I blew out a harsh breath, my head pounding at the temples. "So I guess we kind of blew the moment.”

  Edwin sprawled out next to me and reached his hand for my face. "Hardly. I want you now more than ever.”

  Love burst from my eyes as he slid closer to me and brought his lips to mine, his touch more passionate than ever. I looped my arms around his neck and he pulled me onto his lap. We took our time, slowly peeling each other’s clothes off piece by piece, touching, feeling. The blankets swallowed us whole, Edwin giving careful attention to every inch of my body, his caress so strong yet so gentle. His lips found mine and I devoured him, slow and deep, tasting everything he had to offer. He touched me until I was ready to explode, then his lips tickled my ear, his whisper making me tremble with desire.

  "I need you. Now. Do you want me to get a condom?" He nibbled on my ear and brushed soft, wet kisses across my neck up my chin.

  "Will you?" I rasped softly, releasing his body without removing my lips from his. I didn’t want to let him go, but I had to feel him inside of me.

  Edwin rolled away and pulled a condom from the bedside table, allowing cool air under the steamy covers. I trembled as he tore open the package and quickly rolled it on. He smiled sweetly and when his lips came back to mine, so did my raging desire, surging back to the point of eruption.

  “Now,” he insisted, desperation laced in his deep, smooth voice.

  He slowly glided over me and I groaned softly as he pressed himself inside, transporting me to another world. I gasped for air, clinging to his strong shoulders, as a rush of pleasure built deep inside me. Deliberate, but unhurried, he kissed my mouth as he filled me with long steady strokes.

  “Oh God!” I cried, unable to quiet my enjoyment.

  Edwin quickened his pace, heightening my arousal with every thrust.

  “Yes,” I screamed, unable to stop the incredible force bearing down on me. Clung tight to Ed
win’s back, my climax hit me like violent tidal wave.

  Edwin pressed on, eager to deliver, as my raging satisfaction baited his own release. Every muscle in my body twitched in agreement, with Edwin packed deep inside me, his mouth covering my gasps of glorious pleasure, his moans delivering me delicious vibrations.

  After the tremors subsided, joined in a moment of quiet contemplation, Edwin rolled beside me.

  "Wow!" he managed, breathless and satisfied.

  "Yes," I replied in agreement.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  ~

  I WAS HAPPY TO have the mind-numbing conversation out of the way and was hoping it was lost in the back of Edwin’s sex-crazed mind. After slipping on my panties, I got back into his bed. We laid there for a long time, silently staring into each other’s eyes, each of us wondering what the other was thinking.

  Finally, Edwin leaned in and kissed me again. "You still hungry?"

  "Hungry for love," I teased, as I pushed him away from me and jumped up to look for the rest of my clothes. I was actually very hungry and suddenly pretty concerned about my pizza. "I'm sure the pizza's cold by now."

  "Maybe if you could've kept your hands off the pizza man, you would've had it hot. Instead, you're stuck with me, a warm bed and cold pizza."

  Maybe if my pizza man wasn't so damn fine I could keep my hands off of him. I’ll take my man hot any day over pizza. I stared briefly at Edwin’s male perfection, lazy like a lion; a big, strong, dangerous lion. Before the moment could pass, I quickly pulled my shirt over my head, slipped my arms through the holes and took full advantage of that warm bed. I jumped back on top of Edwin and kissed him affectionately.

  Smiling, "I'll take that over hot pizza any day," I said, brushing my hands over his hard chest.

  He pulled me in for another kiss, pressing his lips purposefully against mine, and holding me tight. "I love you Abby," he reminded me.

  Unable to meet his eyes, I laid my head on his shoulder. "I love you too Eddie," I said with a soft sigh. I never thought I'd hear myself saying that out loud any time soon.